Across America in the Ford Focus ST
It's one of TG magazine's greatest ever adventures: coast to coast across the US in the hot Ford. In five days...
Posted: 10 Oct 2013
“How you doing?” he grinned at last. “I’m Austin Peters.”
Honestly, that’s how he introduced himself. I asked Austin Peters what he did in Middle-of-Nowhere, Kansas.
“We farm. And we wait for it to rain,” he squinted at the horizon. “Dunno if it’s rained enough this year.”
We’d seen no towns for 40 miles. I asked what people here did if they wanted to, say, get a drink.
“We got a canal. We go down there, we drink, we swim. We got a barn. We drink there, too.”
In that second, I wanted to be Austin Peters, farming and swimming and drinking by the canal. Mainly because if I were Austin Peters, I wouldn’t have to drive another 1,700 miles to New York.
That night, crossing Kansas on single-lane, 55-limit roads, was the worst. Great trucks strained up the gentle inclines at barely 30mph, but every time I leaned out to overtake, a dirty old pickup would come blaring out of the shadows, lights off, horn honking. Good thing the ST dispatches dead-of-night dubious overtakes like a beast. We crossed into Missouri before stopping for the night. Six states down, six to go. And barely 36 hours to reach New York.